How About a Little Poetry?

Michael Wilson | Kofa Mountains

There was a time when Arizona Highwaypublished poetry submissions in the magazine. We don't do that anymore, but we still occasionally receive poems in our email, and once in a while, we post them on our blog.

This one came in recently from longtime reader Stewart James Ritchey, who lives in Mesa.


The night sky awaits
Her lover to arise.
Soft lights smile in her eyes
reflect in her hair.

Slowly, sunrise stirs
in the east,
stretches forth sleepy arms
and holds her tenderly,

Drawing him to her,
she opens to accept his heat, as,
entwining, he whispers
"Come, my love;
we have life to create."


Accept not except.

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